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Pirates and wizards

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Chapter Five

Harry
winced as he moved. The injured leg throbbed painfully, and a prison cell at
Fort Charles wasn�t the best place to be in. He had long since noticed that the
doors had been replaced with something that you couldn�t just lift off, his
things had been taken and were hanging at the wall mocking him in their
closeness. And the guys in the cell beside him were annoying as hell. What had
surprised him was that there was a dog holding and guarding the keys. It looked
old and not too bright, yet it didn�t come when the men in the next cell
called, not even when they found a bone.

He rolled
his eyes and settled against the wall. Bloody redcoats, and bloody Norrington.
The man had already been there four times since Harry was captured asking and
threatening for information about Jack. Harry had kept shut all the time, and
it ended with that he was going to get hanged first thing in the morning. A
very cheerful thought.

�Come on
doggy!� one man pleaded while another whistled. �Come to us. See this �ere
bone? See? Ye gonna get it if ye come. Come on!�

Harry
rolled his eyes. This scene reminded him of the one when Jack had been sitting
here, right before Barbossa had attacked Port Royal in search for the cursed
gold. In fact he thought that these were the same guys as back then. They had
the same intellectual capacity.

�Come
doggy, good doggy.� They continued to plead.

�Ye can
keep doin� that forever, the dog is ne�er goin� te move.� He mumbled as he
checked the bandage around the wound. He�d had to use one of the sleeves of his
shirt for this, and looked quite weird now that he was missing one, but no one
seemed to care.

�S�cuse us
if we �aven�t resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet!� one man snapped and
looked towards him. His eyes narrowed. �Don�t I know ye from somewhere?�

Harry
shrugged. �Dunno. What�dya think?�

�Yes, now I
remember! Yer that fellow we sat with right �ere in the same prison over a year
ago!�

�Nope, I�m
his nephew.�

The man
blinked. �Ye look like ye could be �is son.�

Green eyes
looked up at them. �Thanks for the compliment.� He said before going back to
checking his wound. It still hurt but not like it had a few hours ago. From
what he could see out the small window was that night had fallen and that the
moon was going up. It was a full moon, and he wondered what Remus would be
doing. Would he have the Wolfsbane? How did the war go? How long until he
exploded and didn�t give a shit about muggles and escaped this bloody prison?
He could use magic, but he didn�t want to with witnesses. That�d only lead to
further trouble.

Suddenly
the door at the top of the stairs opened and both Harry and the other prisoners
looked up. Down the stairs came Elizabeth. She completely ignored the prisoners
that wolf whistled, and headed straight to Harry�s cell. The guard accompanying
her opened the door and let her in. �Fifteen minutes, Mrs Turner.�

�Thank
you,� she replied and waited until he was gone before hurrying over to Harry.
�Are you alright?� she asked as she put down a basket and started to unwrap his
wound. She winced when she saw the cut, but picked up a bottle of water and
started to clean it. �You were lucky. It�s only a flesh wound and should be
healed within the week.� She didn�t mention that Harry might not be lucky
enough to see the end of the week.

�Nothing to
worry about,� Harry replied and winced as she pressed a bit. �I�ll be out of
here before the night is over.�

�How are
you going to manage that? There are guards everywhere, Norrington has posted
double shifts to keep you from escaping.� Elizabeth put away the first piece of
cloth and picked up another one. She poured some rum on it and Harry pleaded
with his eyes for her not to do it. She couldn�t help but giggle and pressed
the cloth over his wound.

�Bloody,
jumping, fucking hell!� Harry panted as the pain slowly went away. �Sorry for
those words.� He mumbled.

�At least
you have manners.� Elizabeth smiled and carefully dabbed the wound before
taking yet another cloth and starting to wrap it around Harry�s leg. She looked
quickly around then stuck her hand into the basket again and brought out a
dagger. It wasn�t long, but it was beautifully crafted with a black handle and
gold threads making wonderful patterns. �One of Will�s better works, his
pride.� She said as she handed it to Harry. �Take it and get out as soon as
possible.�

Harry
nodded and with a movement of his wrist the dagger disappeared out of
Elizabeth�s sight. �Thank you, and thank your husband from me.�

�I will.�
She sighed. �Please, please get out of here, Harry. Norrington has a personal
vendetta against Jack, and to capture his �son� has brought his ego higher than
ever thought possible. I really am not one to criticize people, but that man is
simply-� she cut off and stared at something above Harry�s head.

Harry
looked up as well. Tendrils of thick fog floated in through the window. They
made their way down the wall like lizards, and seemed to stop now and then and
look around. He grinned and stretched out his hand; the fog surrounded it at
once and one tendril made it�s way down Harry�s arm and then caressed his face.
Elizabeth stared in surprise at this and jumped as the fog turned towards her.

�No, it�s
okay. Just let it touch you, it�s one of Jack�s tricks.� Harry calmed her down.

She looked
at him before deciding to trust him and stretched out her hand. The fog wrapped
around her and once again followed the
arm up to her head where it tickled her. She giggled and the fog retreated, up
the wall and out of the window. One tendril stayed back and mock-saluted before
it disappeared off as well.

�That was
weird. How does he do that?�

�He�s
Captain Jack Sparrow.� Harry replied with a smile. �Now I know I�ll be out of
this place before the night is over.� He drew the dagger again and was about to
give it back to Elizabeth. �I don�t have use for this anymore.�

�No, no,�
she said and smiled. �Keep it to have something to remember myself and Will
by.�

�No one can
forget you two.� He smiled but made the dagger disappear again.

�Oh dear, I
almost forgot!� Elizabeth dived into her basket again and came up with a
chicken leg, some bread and another bottle of water. �Here,� she said. �You
cannot escape on an empty belly.�

Harry
chuckled. �Mother hen.�

�And don�t
you forget it.� She smiled at him again and stood up.

The guard
returned a minute later and blinked when he saw Mrs Turner standing and
chatting and laughing with the pirate scum. The boy laughed as well, but
stopped once he noticed the guard, his green eyes boring into the man. �Um,
Mrs� Mrs Turner, time to go.� He stuttered under the gaze of the boy.

Elizabeth
sighed. �Take care Harry.�

�You too.
I�ll come visit soon enough.�

She smiled
and the guard wondered how the boy could come and visit when he was supposed to
be hung tomorrow. Elizabeth left the prison with one last look at Harry, then the
door shut after her with a foreboding bang. The prisoners in the cell next to
Harry�s stared at him for a moment, shrugged and went back to trying to get the
dog come to them. If the boy knew the wife of the future Governor it wasn�t
their business.

Harry
sighed and settled in to wait for Jack to save him. This might actually turn
into an interesting night.

~~~~~~*~~~~~~

Harry
jerked awake at the sound of the door to the prison banging open. He looked
hopefully towards the stairs but rolled his eyes once he saw Norrington walking
towards his cell. Once again the man wanted to interrogate him about the
whereabouts of Jack and the Pearl, what Jack planned to do, etc, and
once again Harry would be quiet throughout the entire ordeal.

A guard
unlocked and opened the door for the Commodore, and Norrington strode in with a
manner worthy of Gilderoy Lockhart. Two soldiers followed him in while five
others stayed outside and locked the door.

The two
soldiers grabbed Harry and hoisted him from his seat against the wall. They
held him up in front of Norrington holding his arms too tight for comfort and
Harry winced. Then he turned his glare at Norrington.

The
Commodore sighed. �Cut the glaring Sparrow. You know why I�m here and what I
want, so why not give it to me?�

�Why don�t
ye go stick yer little �ead inside one o� yer little cannons and yell �FIRE� at
the top of yer little lungs?� Harry suggested.

Norrington
rolled his eyes and nodded to one of the guards. The man roughly pulled Harry�s
hand from behind his back and held it. Norrington unbuttoned the sleeve and
pushed it to Harry�s elbow. A man from outside handed the Commodore a red hot
poker he had been holding in the flames of a torch and Harry gulped when he saw
the glowing �P�.

He tried to
pull his hand free of the grip the soldier had on him, but he wasn�t strong
enough. Norrington looked extremely happy when he saw Harry starting to fight
and try to get away. �Now, now, Sparrow. This isn�t going to hurt� much.�

Harry
glared at the man. Damn did he hate him. Then he got an idea. He used the two
soldiers as leverage and jumped up and kicked Norrington in the stomach causing
him to drop the poker and stumble backwards. The two redcoats let go of him in
shock and Harry punched one and kicked the other in a very sensitive place. He
turned towards the door of the cell, but found himself face to face with the
barrel of a gun. Harry blinked and went nearly cross-eyed while looking down
the barrel. He looked up into Norrington�s face. The soldiers outside the cell
seemed to think what was happening extremely funny and were chuckling.

�One move,
Sparrow.� Norrington growled and Harry noticed with satisfaction that the
Commodore was still slightly breathless from the kick. �Hold him good and tight
this time, he�s only a boy for heavens sake.�

Harry
growled as the two redcoats grabbed a hold of him again. This time they
arranged themselves so that it was virtually impossible for Harry to even think
about moving. Norrington picked up the hot poker, grinned and started
approaching while keeping his pistol pointed at Harry. The green-eyed boy tried
to struggle once again but to no avail. Just as he gave up hope he noticed
something. A thick mist was seeping in through the crack between door and
floor. It was the door that lead to freedom. The other soldiers outside the
cell seemed to have noticed this as well and were retreating slightly.

He smiled
then screamed as the hot poker was put against the skin of his wrist and the
�P� was burned into it. The smell of burnt skin filled the air, and Harry had
to fight to keep the tears at bay. Gods it hurt even worse than the bullet
wound and the disinfection�s of said wound put together. It was on the level
with the Cruciatus Curse, and as the two soldiers released him Harry fell to
the floor holding his wrist and staring in surprise at the ugly, black �P�
burned into it. The area around was already starting to swell up and was
turning yellow, purple, green and blue.

Green eyes
blinked then slowly raised themselves towards Norrington who was staring at the
kneeling boy. �Ye know what I want on me headstone, Commodore?� Harry asked and
slowly stood up.

�Tell me
and perhaps you�ll get it tomorrow after your hanging.�

�Here lies
Harry Potter-Sparrow, and he�s bloody annoyed.� With that Harry drew the dagger
Elizabeth had given him earlier in the day and attacked.

The fog
that had been seeping through the crack in the door, rose up against the other
soldiers and shaped itself into Jack, Anamaria, Gibbs, Cotton and his parrot
and several other crewmembers of the Pearl. The soldiers were so
surprised that they dropped whatever they were holding and ran for their life.

Harry
managed to give Norrington a good kick in the knee forcing the man down, then
he knocked out one of the guards and turned towards the other. �Unlock that
door.� He growled.

The soldier
nodded and hurriedly took the Commodore�s keys.

�Jackson,
don�t you dare�� Norrington groaned in pain.

Harry
rolled his eyes � he seemed to do that a lot these days � and knocked the man
out with a good hit to the head. He grabbed the keys out of the soldiers hand
and locked the three of them in, then threw the keys to the dog. The prisoners
in the cell beside Harry�s stared in surprise and didn�t say a thing as Harry
ran up the stairs and into freedom.

On the
other side of the door stood Jack with a few of the crew waiting for him. �Nice
trick with the fog.� Harry said.

�Anamaria�s idea.� Jack grinned and grabbed Harry�s
arm. �Lets get goin� before someone notices what�s �appened.� He stopped
however at Harry�s hiss of pain, and looked down at the newly-marked wrist.
�Bloody bastards. We�ll �ave Gibbs look at that once we get back te the Pearl.�

~~~~~~*~~~~~~

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